I've been scribbling again...
Poems in 140 characters or less...
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strawberry picking is the graveyard of millionaires
arse in the air
you soon learn the value of college
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oft have I wept at a poem
when full on wet with wine
and in cold morning's waking hour
no poetry could I find
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and they're off
parka back on
elbow slung handbag
with her man
the man she dressed
toddling behind
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she has that no nonsense face
borne of intentional mistrust
to scare those who would deceive her
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peace:)
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